[spoiler]Strange... Works for me[/spoiler] [i]"[u]Sir[/u]...? Nah... Damien only please. Then I'll do my best not to call you wiz..."[/i] [b]He responded, deadpan, his humor generally lost to most. Damien wasn't a naturally rude person, just abrasive. Few understood his sarcasm and dry complex.[/b] [b]With a shuffle, he withdrew a small cardboard box from his pocket, flipping open the lid and pulling out a cigarette. Damien's second sin... An incredible addiction to smoking. It's why he had metal lungs...[/b] [b]With a snap of his fingers, a small flame appears on the tip of his left index finger. He moved the flame to the paper roll and waited for it to light, eventually letting out a puff of smoke.[/b] [i]"I guess... I just wanted to see you for myself. Got nothing else to ask really... I e found this place only gives more questions if you go around looking for answers."[/i] [b]He coughed slightly, the cold and smoke dragging on his airway.[/b] [i]"Such a funny thing... I had questions... And now... I don't. So interesting how meeting someone eliminates the unknown. Pffft..."[/i] [b]He looked down at the small box in his hand, suddenly remembering something.[/b] [i]"Wait! I got one...!"[/i] [b]He paused a moment before a stupid grin formed across his strange mouth.[/b] [i]"You smoke?"[/i]